Guests and clouds.

Today, our guests returned home. The house is a little quieter, and a little emptier, and we are a little sad. But we had a good time and are all looking forward to another gathering of cousins soon. It’s supposed to rain here all weekend, which actually works out fine for me: I need to finally get started on a certain someone’s Pinewood Derby car before the race in a couple of weeks. Right on the heels of that is the first camping trip of the year and we have one more piece of gear to acquire. Namely, a gigantic cooler - one large enough to hold enough food and ice for los ocho Hobnottles. A few other cooking tools remain as well, but we can knock those out at the dollar store or thrift shop.

I’ve been having quite a bit of fun watching the clouds of late. I finished The Cloudspotter’s Guide, and am now fairly well equipped to tell the Altocumulus from the Cirrostratus. I can’t swear to it, but I thought I spotted some Lenticularis the other day, too.  This new place we live - it’s considerably flatter and less wooded than our old haunts in north Atlanta. There are humongous, wide-open spaces that afford some great views of the sky. Unfortunately, we’re not so far out as to escape the urban glow, but the wider vistas make up for it a little bit.